Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 5, Number 1. May 2022. ISSN: 2581-7094
We are at your Mercy
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We animals don’t have religion, defenseless is our
curse.
Neither we need weapons, nor initiate wars, yet we are
victims.
We never attack our comrades, except when we are dying
of hunger;
In jungles there
is harmony; humans have forgot humanism.
We canines do stray, no shelters to hide and go to
places in search of food.
Eat or starve, we don’t hurt anyone, only for your mercy
we plead.
What pleasure you derive in stoning us? See our tails
wagging in fear.
What’s our crime? Don’t
we have rights to exist on this earth?
Oh men, please don’t hurt us; we too have families and
children to raise,
Hearts and feelings too; sad to see our buddies
tortured, yet helpless we remain.
Chains around our neck too heavy to tolerate, but we
can’t voice out our wrath.
Be our saviors, and
we’ll pay it back serving you sincerely till our last breath.
Rituals or research, nose ringing, wing clipping, castration
and live plucking
Force feeding, debeaking and dehorning, the list is awful,
my heart weeps silent.
Donkeys carry loads heavy, still starve to death; where’s
your conscience?
Oh men, tortures
many we mutely suffer. Speak for us, as we can’t, won’t you?
Don’t you hear the yells of the caged parrots missing their
mates and friends?
Horses in races suffer heavy lashes; same with bulls
and buffalos pulling carts.
Slaughter houses are places of extreme cruelty, abuse,
neglect and violence.
Build them with
glass walls to promote veganism, each life is precious, love them.
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